101 Lyrics

[Joe Newman]
As I lay lying to the limit of my chain
I stand and pivot a perfect circle
Mauve, midnight blue, brown, and purple
Your fading gift that remains

With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature, my Gene Kelly

G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e

Though my fever so captive for so long
Somersaults underwater
Or walking through the ground as lava

With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature, my Gene Kelly

Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again A soul now entered my fear monger
Three leaded hounds lead in hunger
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With a temperature of 103
The three beasts are released on me

See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so

G a s o l i n e

See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so

G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e

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